Dark,cold nights.It was always like this,these people never cared. I live in a foster home, sure there was one or two good homes, but most were complete shit. I've been in maybe 15 homes in a 30 day month. I usually escape and land in an even crapier home.When I'm in a good home,i usually get pulled out.Some of the homes have some men i like to call the "touchy feelies".I guess their sexual lives are unhappy or they just like little girls but many have tried to touch me.At first i didn't know what was happening,but i soon realized.This home seemed happy,but one night while i was watching a movie,he came out.He took a seat next to me,and he put his hand on my thigh.It slowly moved up my leg and i pushed his hands away and screamed.Everyone ran out and asked me what happened, they looked at me like i was crazy.I demanded to talk to my social worker and she got me out of there.I was 10 at the time.Rochelle,my social worker,took me out of there almost immediately.Since then I kinda just keep to myself and I try not to bring to much attention to myself..I've grown up in the system.I have memories, scars, and anything that you can think of.The only think I hate is........My mother.My name is Alison Evergreen,I'm 16 years old and i know not love.
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Love? Not My Thing
Teen FictionAli Evergreen grew up in the foster system after her mother abandoned her and her twin brother,Alex in their home.Ali's father left when she was a baby wanting nothing to do with them.When the police find Ali in the house they put her in the foster...
